Possessing Eleanor by Tessie Bradford Read Free Book Online
Authors: Tessie Bradford
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“Wh...” was all she said before remembering the rules and slamming her mouth closed so fast her teeth knocked together painfully.
“Nice save,” he chuckled, cradling her flushed cheek and rubbing her pouting lower lip. “As much as paddling that ass again would be fun for both of us,” he pressed his thumb between her lips, and she sucked greedily, “I have other plans.”
Jackson removed his jeans. When he was gloriously naked, he leisurely stroked his engorged cock.
Ellie reached out, the need to touch his body so strong that her hands shook with it. When Jackson moved away from her right before she made contact, she whined loudly. How long would he drag out this game, this sweet torture? He crossed the room to the armoire and swung open its heavy doors. With his back to her, she simply gazed at his corded muscles and tight buns, getting hotter by the second.
“Do you trust me?” He came back to her, holding a wide piece of black silk.
“Yes, I do.”
She kept eye contact with him until he secured the soft blindfold around her head. Sitting perfectly still, she tried to adjust to the strange sensation of losing her sight. Although he wasn't touching her, Ellie knew Jackson hadn't moved. She heard his ragged breathing. The unique spicy scent that was his alone wrapped around her. The sounds of wood splintering in the fireplace seemed unusually loud, and in her mind's eye, she pictured the glowing embers sparking.
As she waited for Jackson to do something, anything , she couldn't believe how attuned she became to her own body. Her skin prickled with almost unbearable anticipation. Her nipples were so hard that the slightest brush of air across them bordered on painful. Her pussy was wet and warm and throbbed deeply, rhythmically. Not knowing if she was allowed to touch herself, Ellie dug her fingers into the thick covers and rotated her hips enough to bring some friction to her aching clit.
Jackson studied Eleanor with fascination, taking note of every nuance of her body's reaction to her current situation. Goose bumps dotted her arms and legs. The delicate scent of her arousal wafted around him. A pale pink blush colored her from neck to the tips of her breasts, which quivered with each breath she took. Her nipples strained toward him, begging to be sucked and teased. Every seductive movement of her hips elicited an answering twitch from his cock. She embodied every fantasy he'd had in his lifetime, and she was here, waiting for him.
“Absolute perfection,” he whispered as he feathered his finger along her collarbone. “I've waited my entire life for you, Eleanor.” He kissed her mouth lightly while caressing down her body, coming to a stop when he cupped her shins. “Bring your legs up and roll over onto your stomach. Yes, right like this.”
Ellie scooted and moved to his direction, ending up spread out in his bed on her tummy with her face turned to rest on some of the cool, satin pillows. Jackson positioned more pillows under her hips until her backside was raised and displayed at the perfect angle. He carefully spread her legs so the glistening lips of her pussy were also exposed. Jackson forced himself to take a few precious moments to experience the exquisite torture of waiting to claim the woman who was completely at his mercy. His blood heated to near lava temperatures as it pounded through his veins.
“Hold onto these, Eleanor.” Jackson tickled her palms with the silk restraints.
She followed his direction, and he tied the ends loosely around each of her wrists, taking his sweet time to enjoy the erotic picture she made. He would make certain what was to come was the most intense, moving, powerful experience she'd ever had. It was mandatory to him that, from this moment forward, Eleanor never, ever wanted another man, sexually or any other way. He was possessive by nature, but where she was concerned, his emotions were fierce. He understood she didn't yet share his conviction
“Wh...” was all she said before remembering the rules and slamming her mouth closed so fast her teeth knocked together painfully.
“Nice save,” he chuckled, cradling her flushed cheek and rubbing her pouting lower lip. “As much as paddling that ass again would be fun for both of us,” he pressed his thumb between her lips, and she sucked greedily, “I have other plans.”
Jackson removed his jeans. When he was gloriously naked, he leisurely stroked his engorged cock.
Ellie reached out, the need to touch his body so strong that her hands shook with it. When Jackson moved away from her right before she made contact, she whined loudly. How long would he drag out this game, this sweet torture? He crossed the room to the armoire and swung open its heavy doors. With his back to her, she simply gazed at his corded muscles and tight buns, getting hotter by the second.
“Do you trust me?” He came back to her, holding a wide piece of black silk.
“Yes, I do.”
She kept eye contact with him until he secured the soft blindfold around her head. Sitting perfectly still, she tried to adjust to the strange sensation of losing her sight. Although he wasn't touching her, Ellie knew Jackson hadn't moved. She heard his ragged breathing. The unique spicy scent that was his alone wrapped around her. The sounds of wood splintering in the fireplace seemed unusually loud, and in her mind's eye, she pictured the glowing embers sparking.
As she waited for Jackson to do something, anything , she couldn't believe how attuned she became to her own body. Her skin prickled with almost unbearable anticipation. Her nipples were so hard that the slightest brush of air across them bordered on painful. Her pussy was wet and warm and throbbed deeply, rhythmically. Not knowing if she was allowed to touch herself, Ellie dug her fingers into the thick covers and rotated her hips enough to bring some friction to her aching clit.
Jackson studied Eleanor with fascination, taking note of every nuance of her body's reaction to her current situation. Goose bumps dotted her arms and legs. The delicate scent of her arousal wafted around him. A pale pink blush colored her from neck to the tips of her breasts, which quivered with each breath she took. Her nipples strained toward him, begging to be sucked and teased. Every seductive movement of her hips elicited an answering twitch from his cock. She embodied every fantasy he'd had in his lifetime, and she was here, waiting for him.
“Absolute perfection,” he whispered as he feathered his finger along her collarbone. “I've waited my entire life for you, Eleanor.” He kissed her mouth lightly while caressing down her body, coming to a stop when he cupped her shins. “Bring your legs up and roll over onto your stomach. Yes, right like this.”
Ellie scooted and moved to his direction, ending up spread out in his bed on her tummy with her face turned to rest on some of the cool, satin pillows. Jackson positioned more pillows under her hips until her backside was raised and displayed at the perfect angle. He carefully spread her legs so the glistening lips of her pussy were also exposed. Jackson forced himself to take a few precious moments to experience the exquisite torture of waiting to claim the woman who was completely at his mercy. His blood heated to near lava temperatures as it pounded through his veins.
“Hold onto these, Eleanor.” Jackson tickled her palms with the silk restraints.
She followed his direction, and he tied the ends loosely around each of her wrists, taking his sweet time to enjoy the erotic picture she made. He would make certain what was to come was the most intense, moving, powerful experience she'd ever had. It was mandatory to him that, from this moment forward, Eleanor never, ever wanted another man, sexually or any other way. He was possessive by nature, but where she was concerned, his emotions were fierce. He understood she didn't yet share his conviction